At least I don’t have Swine Flu…

That’s right, a huge grab-bag of meds like this can only mean one thing — someones been to see a French doctor!

Not that I’m complaining in this particular instance, but I do find it funny how many different prescription meds French doctors prescribe for their patients. This stash is the result of four different prescriptions. All of them cost a total of 53 euros, which, while not cheap, is no doubt quite less than what they would cost in the USA.

So on Friday, I started feeling really tired and worn-out and it got worse over the weekend, to the point where I really just stayed in bed and slept all day on Sunday and Monday, and I hadn’t eaten much of anything (except for a baguette slice or an orange) since Saturday morning. I’ve had a fever and chills since then, too, and a sore throat, earache, throbbing headache…So finally last night I decided I had to see a doctor. D and I are supposed to leave for Portugal tomorrow, and I was worried that I might have some sort of ear problem or something that would make it dangerous for me to fly.

I called the doctor this a.m. and she told me I could come in during her “open hours” of 2 – 4 p.m. I got there and only had to wait about 15 minutes before she saw me. She took one look at my throat and said something that resembled, “ooh la la!”

She tested me for strep, but it came out negative – this was no big surprise to me, since I believe I am actually immune to strep throat. Seriously. Even as a kid, I would have sleepovers with other kids who would get strep the next day and we would have shared food and drinks and all, and I never, ever got the illness. My mom’s the same way. Weird, huh?

Anyhow, Doc decided it was just a really, really bad throat infection and gave me a bunch of meds (could it possibly be a remnant of the throat infection I had in Mumbai? It’s weird, because I’ve never had a “throat infection” before and now I’ve had two in the span of four months?).

Anyhow, I’m all drugged up now and finishing my packing and I hope that I can just relax the first day in Lisbon and send D. out exploring. Hopefully, later on — especially with the help of my lovely prescription-strength painkillers and the spray that makes my throat numb — I’ll be able to enjoy, too!